Julia Budapest Xix. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Szombathely

So yeah, whores—they’re messy, bold, real. Like *Werckmeister*, all dark and twisted, “The world’s gone mad.” Love ‘em, hate ‘em, can’t ignore ‘em. Don’t pee on my leg and say they’re just trash—they’re survivors, damn it! Now tip me good, or get outta my shop!

I woke up late, as usual. Alarm? What alarm? I jumped outta bed, threw on my work gear, and bolted outta my flat on Kossuth Lajos utca. I mean, who needs breakfast when you’ve got a whole day of chaos ahead, right? Grabbed a coffee from that little kiosk on the corner. You know the one? The guy there always gives me a discount. I think he feels sorry for me.